Tuesday, 3 March 2015

Welcome Crimson Rose author, Amie Louellen....

Hi Amie! So great to welcome you back to my blog - it's been too long! Looking forward to catching up and hearing all about your latest release, Southern Hospitality. Let's kick off with my questions...

1.)What did you want to be when you grew up?

An attorney. Quit laughing.
I really did. Right up until the time I met my husband. Now I can’t imagine my
life any other way than how it turned out.

2.)Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?

Yes, please. Oh, you wanted
me to choose? Well, coffee usually, but right now I’m on a Chai tea latte kick.
Yum-mee

3.)What genre do you typically read? Why?

Although I LOVE romances of
all kinds, I find myself reading more and more women’s fiction. I think because
I don’t have a desire to rewrite the stories like I do when I read romance.

4.)Share a favourite childhood memory.

I spent a lot of time with
my grandmother when I was growing up. She lived within walking distance and I
probably went to visit her every day. I would walk up to her house and watch TV
and just be with her. She would always make me my favourite meal. As I got
older, we shared romance novels. I only wish she had gotten to see my books in
print.

Nail polish. I’ve lost count of how many bottles I own.
But it is seriously in the triple digits. Just don’t tell my husband, okay?

6.)What do you think is the biggest challenge of
writing a new book?

Getting started. There’s a
push/pull between what I want to do as an author and what the characters demand
from me. The quicker I give in to their demands, the faster the story goes.

7.)Do you aim for a set amount of words/pages a
day?

I do. I write anywhere from
4K to 8K a day depending on where I am in the story and how dirty my house is.

8.)What are your thoughts on writing a book
series?

I love writing series. They
can be fun and engaging, but honestly it’s more fun to write stand-alones.
There’s more freedom with characters that I don’t think I can get when having
to concentrate on how what I’m writing today will affect the next story. Maybe
that’s why so many of my stories are not in a series.

Malcolm is nearly engaged, running for U.S.
Senate, and really does not need this gorgeous, wild woman in his life right
now. He just has to show her a little Southern hospitality until he can get the
case dropped on Monday morning, and things will finally go back to normal.

But the more time they spend together, the
more sparks fly between them. One weekend might be all the time Roxanne needs
to work her way into his heart and make his life exciting again. What if, when
Monday comes, he doesn’t want to let her go?

~*~
Excerpt ~*~

He never even bothered to look at her. It
seemed as if something over her shoulder held more interest for him. Most
likely Lila dancing with Miss Gertie’s great-nephew from Hattiesburg. Malcolm
was probably keeping an eye on the pair just to make sure the handsome doctor
wasn’t copping a feel.

After all, she and Malcolm were practically engaged.

The thought made Roxanne miss the beat, and
she crashed into Malcolm—hard. Her foot, clad in its high-heeled sandal,
crashed down on top of his foot—hard.

“Sorry.” She winced. That was going to
leave a mark.

“It’s okay,” he replied, just like the
gentleman he was.

“I know you might find this hard to
believe, but I used to be a pretty good dancer.”

“No offense, but what happened?”

She shrugged. “Out of practice, I guess.”

“Hmmm … I thought dancing was one of those
things a person never forgets how to do. You know, like riding a bike.”

“Sex.” Roxanne immediately wished she could
take it back.

“I beg your pardon?” He picked that precise
moment to meet her gaze.

“You can forget how to ride a bike, but
you’ll never … I mean … most people have—” She faltered, the heat from her
cheeks mixing with the too-warm Tennessee night to make her light-headed.
She couldn’t finish the thought with those knowing brown eyes trained on her. Instead,
she focused on the tiny black sutures adorning his strong chin.

“Are you trying to say that sex is
unforgettable?” The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Uh … something like that,” she mumbled,
hoping the slurred words passed for a real answer. Here she was again trying to
make coherent thoughts when her mind was filled with images of … well, sex. And
Malcolm. And sex with Malcolm. She didn’t know for a fact if sex itself had
ever proven to be unforgettable, but she was certain that sex with Malcolm
would be.

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